Just stay calm.
Dean told himself as he stared into the mirror in his bathroom, placed right above the sink.
All you have to do, is stay calm. This guy's a professional. You'll be okay.
It was hard though, despite the reassuring thoughts, to stay calm. The Alpha could already feel his rut prickling under his skin, not yet strong enough to cloud his mind, but enough to make him very aware of the fact he only had a few hours left.
Taking another deep breath, he glanced down at his clothes one last time, internally cringing at his behavior. It didn't matter what he was wearing, the omega that would help him through it didn't have to like his choice of clothes, nor would they stay on for very long anyway. But he couldn't help it. He was nervous.
He hadn't been with anyone since Lisa, the woman who had broken his heart so many years ago. It wasn't that Dean couldn't get any, if he put his mind to it. The Alpha knew he was handsome and charming. For some reason, Dean just hadn't wanted to hook up with anyone, too afraid he'd fall for them the way he had for the female Beta.
For his last two ruts, he had simply locked himself up in his room and suffered through it, jerking himself until his cock felt raw, his knot pulsing with seed, and still needing more.
This rut was going to be different, though. Dean could feel it. His body demanded he breed, and finally, Dean had given in. As he woke up that morning with the first signs of his rut already showing, he had called Bobby and told him he wouldn't be coming in for a few days. The gruff Beta didn't protest, simply grunted his understanding and hung up.
Dean had always loved Bobby's slightly rough-edged ways, no unnecessary words being spoken at any time. They could just sit together for hours, silently watching a game and drinking a beer, without it being awkward. And after some days, thats exactly what Dean needed.
He had also texted his little brother, Sammy, to let him know he wouldn't be able to make it to dinner that night as they had planned. He didn't give a specific reason, knowing that Sam would know what was going on. And then, he had made the phone call that was causing his nervousness.
Benny, his best friend, co-worker at the mechanic shop and fellow Alpha, had subtly slipped him a business card. At first, Dean had been confused. But when he took a look at the card, he knew exactly what it was.
In that moment, the brunette had been inclined to punch Benny in the face. He had never, ever used a service to get through his ruts before, and he wasn't about to start. Knowing that Benny only meant to help, however, persuaded him to simply offer a short nod and stick the business card into his wallet. He never planned on using it.
It had been burning a hole into his pocket ever since, as Dean just couldn't bring himself to throw it out. And now, here he was, waiting for the escort they would send to help him.
Dean swallowed heavily as he walked into the living room, pacing its length back and forth. It was only a few more minutes before that door bell would ring, and he'd let in the omega that he'd share his bed with for the next few days.
Just then, the bell went, and Dean startled.
You can do this. You wanted this, remember? Someone to help you through rut that won't get attached to you. Someone that knows what you want. Just sex.
With that thought, Dean crossed the space between the living room and the front door, pulling it open much too quickly to be casual. What he saw before him blew his mind away.
The male omega was shorter than him, with dark brown, messed up hair, and pale skin. The most remarkable thing about him were the brilliant blue eyes, so clear Dean felt like he could drown within them if he wasn't careful.
A second later, he was hit by a scent so delicious, it made his mouth water. A low growl rose in his chest, and he couldn't stop it. Blue eyes gave him a small smile, crinkling the skin around his eyes in a way that made him look older, but warmer. The blank expression he had worn before had made him seem almost unreal.
"May I come in?"
The voice came as a shock. Dean had expected the omega's voice to be soft, maybe even feminine. But there was no hint of such things in that low, gravely voice. Despite himself, he could feel his cock harden. This really wasn't what he had expected at all.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry." Dean mumbled, stepping aside to let the man in. Not knowing what to do with himself, the Alpha simply followed his guest into the living room, just now noticing the heavy looking duffle bag the omega carried.
"You haven't used a service before, have you?" The omega asked smoothly, setting the bag onto the floor beside the couch, turning to face Dean once more.
"No. I haven't." He admitted, watching the male's every move.
"I'm Castiel." Blue eyes said, holding out his hand toward the Alpha.
"Dean." He replied, shaking Castiel's hand almost awkwardly. It seemed almost ridiculous to shake hands, when in a few hours they'd be covered in sweat and semen. But he didn't know anything about this, not really, and so he let Cas take the lead.
"Yes, I was given your name when I got the job." Again, the omega gave that smile that got Dean right in the heart, making him feel warm and gooey, and oh so eager to get closer to Castiel.
"Yeah, of course. Guess I'm just nervous." Dean chuckled, shaking his head a bit before heading for the open kitchen. "You want a beer? I sure as hell need one."
"No, thank you, Dean." Came the off hand reply. The omega had apparently taken an interest in the Winchesters CD collection, as he was inspecting it carefully. Dean didn't mind, grabbing a beer from the fridge and opening it before joining the omega once more.
"So.. How do we do this? We just wait til it hits, or?"
"No, Dean. That is not how we will 'do this', as you said." Castiel replied, his back still to Dean as he kept examining the CD's. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, the male turned to face him once again. "Why don't we sit down. And I will tell you how we proceed."
"Works for me." Dean muttered, obediently settling on the couch. There was just something about this man that he couldn't put his finger on. But it was there, and it was pulling him towards Cas, like he gravitated towards him. He watched as Castiel settled beside him, looking him over with those gorgeous eyes, and it felt like he could actually look through Dean.
"Until you go into rut completely, we should talk about what you like."
That made Dean flinch.
"Does it really matter? When I'm in rut, I won't want anything I'd usually want." He pointed out, taking a swig from his beer. "It'll be all about the knotting."
"Yes, and while that will definitely be a part of it, at some point, you might be too sore to go on. In order to help you, I need to know what you like, should the situation arise that you can't knot me again."
The explanation did make sense, he had to admit that. And Cas was a soothing presence, calming Dean just by being calm. He had never experienced anything like it. Even with Lisa, he had always needed to be in control, but now? He was happy to follow the omega's lead.
"I. I like tasting my mates." He said, taking another drink from his beer before continuing. "Like watching them prepare themselves for me. Riding me. Nothing weird, really."
"That is rather basic." Castiel agreed, placing his hand on top of the Alpha's, resting on his muscled leg. "I think we can manage all of that, Dean. Is there anything else you can think of?"
Dean swallowed, now slightly embarrassed. There was another thing he enjoyed very much but he didn't want to disgust the amazing omega beside him. As if Cas could sense it, he grasped Dean's hand harder, giving it a gentle squeezed.
"Its alright, Dean. You can tell me. I am here for you. Nothing you say will chase me off. You don't have to be ashamed."
"I like.." Dean took a deep breath. Cas was right. He did this for a living. Surely, he had met Alpha's with more unpleasant wishes than.. He stopped himself, jealousy starting to flare in him at the thought of Castiel with another Alpha, and he couldn't do that, he couldn't. "I like coming on my partner."
There was silence for a split moment before Castiel moved, easily moving into Dean's personal space, pressing the cold tip of his nose against the Alpha's neck, just below his ear.
"I would like that."
Something snapped in Dean's head. He didn't care if Cas had really meant what he said, or if he said it because it was his job. He didn't care that he wasn't even fully in rut yet. Dean fucking needed and he needed Castiel.
Within the fraction of a second, he had the omega pinned beneath him on the couch, mouths coming together in a desperate clash of teeth and tongue, and for a second Dean allowed himself to believe Cas wanted this just as much as he did.
Because truly, Dean wanted this more than he had ever wanted anything at all. Cas was driving him crazy with his scent, his eyes, his voice. Everything about the omega sang to Dean, and in that second he knew he was lost.
"Dean." His name being growled out sent a shiver down his spine, forced an answering growl from his lungs as they broke apart for air. Without a second thought, he latched onto the pale skin of Cas' neck, scenting the omega deeply as he sucked a dark bruise into the smooth skin.
"Bedroom." The omega snapped, and immediately, Dean complied with the command. He sat up, grabbing Castiel by the hips to pull him upwards, long legs wrapping around the Alpha's middle as he stood, barely making it to his bedroom without falling.
No sooner had he placed Cas on the bed, did the omega reach for Dean's t-shirt, ripping it off in one smooth tug with a strength the Winchester hadn't expected. Castiel just didn't stop surprising him.
Mesmerized, Dean watched as the omega pulled off his own shirt, carelessly throwing it to to the ground before grabbing Dean by the wrist, tugging him forward.
They lay across the bed, Dean plastered on top of Cas, legs tangled, and Dean couldn't help but grind down, giving a guttural moan at the friction. His mouth found the patch of skin he had marked before, and he continued to suck on it until his hair was being tugged, urging him to go lower.
No more able to deny this request as he was to stop breathing, he placed opened mouthed kisses along the omega's throat, finally reaching his shoulder. He got another tug to the hair as he lingered for just a moment too long, and hurriedly continued downwards, until he reached a small, pink bud, already hard and desperate to be touched.
"Want this, omega, don't you?" He rasped, letting his breath play along the sensitive flesh in a hot gush. "Tell me."
Normally, Dean really wasn't that into dirty talk. In fact, the few times he had tried, he had felt silly. But by the way the body beneath him trembled at his words, and the soft whine that reached his ears, it seemed like Cas enjoyed it more than a little.
"Want you to touch me, Dean." He husked, strong hands running along the Alpha's neck, to his shoulder blades, nails digging into his skin just hard enough to sting. "Want you to breed me, want you inside me."
Dean couldn't help but preen at those words, chest puffing out slightly with pride. This beautiful omega wanted him, him. Pointedly ignoring the small voice inside his mind telling him that this was what he had paid Castiel for, he nodded, biting his lower lip to stifle a moan.
"I can do that." He replied, trying to keep his voice even, to maintain some semblance of control. He wasn't in full rut yet, and he wanted to, no, needed to make this good for the omega before he was too far gone to do anything but mate.
Taking a breath to steady himself, Dean moved his lips to wrap around the sensitive bud before him, giving it a soft suck. The reaction he got was electric, Cas giving another low moan, legs spreading wider to allow Dean to slip between them, nails digging deeper into the Alpha's sun kissed skin.
"Dean.."
Never had Dean loved hearing his name so much. It was addicting, and he vowed to himself that he would make Castiel scream it out before he lost every rational thought with rut.
"Soon, Cas. I promise." He whispered, once more sucking on the nub before flicking his tongue out against it. He took his time, coaxing beautiful sounds out of the omega, rock hard cock twitching with every single one. Once he was pleased with his work, Dean turned his attention to the other bud, earning a frustrated groan and a sharp tug to his hair.
"Not soon enough." The omega growled, wiggling beneath Dean in a way that brought just the right amount of pressure against Dean's neglected member, making him groan low in his throat.
Abandoning his plan for now, Dean sat up, hands going straight for the belt and navy blue jeans Cas' wore, fumbling with the button until his hands were batted away. Castiel had more success, getting his pants and, oh fuck, boxers off within a minute.
Dean felt his heart stop.
Castiel was absolutely perfect. Long legs, smooth chest, with a happy trail so dark it was almost black.. and then there was that scent. Dean had never smelled anything like it before, like stone after the rain, like freshly cut green grass, and something else that Dean identified as Castiel's natural scent. There was only one thing it could be..
Before he could stop himself, he had already grabbed Castiel by the hips and flipped him over, pulling the omega back to rest on his knee's, spreading them by gently applying pressure against them. And oh fuck, the scent was even stronger now, clouding the Alpha's mind in a way he had only ever experienced during rut. But fuck, he wasn't it rut yet, he couldn't be, he had still had hours left before..
"Dean, please." The whined plea snapped the Winchester out of his thoughts. Mumbling an apology, he ran his hand's over the firm mounds of the omega, thumbs dipping inwards.
"Gonna make you feel so good, Cas." He rasped, slowly leaning down to place a kiss on one of those perfect cheeks, nipping at the skin right after. "Gonna fuck you, knot you, breed you.. Gonna feel me for fucking weeks."
"Yes!" The reply came immediately, slender hips bucking upwards, demanding more. "I need you to, please Dean, I need you.."
"You got me, Cas." Dean wished he had said that without meaning it, that he would be able to walk away from this like nothing had happened, but something had happened, something he couldn't explain, and didn't care for pondering on right now.
Instead, he pulled back just enough to get the full view as his hands spread firm mounds apart, giving free Cas' slick hole. The Alpha couldn't help but growl at the sight. A dribble of slick was already leaking from the omega, slowly making its way towards his sack. Catching the clear drops with his fingertips, Dean brought them to his mouth, giving them an appreciative sniff before licking them clean.
And holy fucking hell. He was never going to stop craving this.
All control lost, Dean dived in, tongue licking over the sensitive hole, making Cas' mewl and writhe, only serving to turn the Alpha on more. Fuck, he wasn't sure he was ever going to be able to stop tonguing at the quivering ring of muscles, was ever going to get enough of Cas' slick. And how could he when it was fucking perfection?
The smaller male was, judging by the downright sinful sounds that escaped him, thoroughly enjoying himself as well. Wave after wave of slick was greeted by Dean's tongue and lips, slender hips rocking backwards, pressing the Alpha's face even deeper between his cheeks.
"Dean, please, I need more, need you, please, need you to fill me, breed me, I can't.. you have to.. " The increasingly incoherent words falling from the omega's lips were hard for Dean's hard to process in this state of absolute bliss. But somehow, he managed to tear himself away, not because he wanted to, but because Castiel need more, his omega wanted to be fucked-
His omega?
Dean was given no chance to think what that slip could mean. Before he knew it, he was being shoved onto his back, turned on omega on top straddling his hips, ass pressed tightly against his cock, still tucked away in his pants and boxers.
"Done waiting." The omega growled, pupils blown so wide there was barely any blue left. God, no one had ever just shoved him onto his back, and somehow, it was arousing as hell. Dean made no motion to stop Cas', as the smaller brunette rid him of his pants, and finally his boxers, exposing the Alpha all the way.
"Fuck." Dean barely caught the curse, his cock twitching heavily as he laid bare before Castiel, waiting for him to make his move. And damn, did Cas make a move.
Placing one hand on Dean's chest to balance himself, the omega lifted himself to his knee's, reaching his free hand behind himself, and Dean worried for a second that Castiel meant to take him with in with no preparation at all. Instead, he watched Castiel's brows furrowed, lips parting as he gave a soft moan.
"Fuck, Cas. You gettin' yourself ready for me?" It was taking every ounce of will power he had not to reach for the pretty omega and simply pound into him until he begged Dean to stop. But this, watching as Castiel opened himself up, panting softly.. It was like he was paralyzed.
"Yes, Dean. I'm fingering myself open just for you." The omega breathed, giving a soft whine as he slipped a second finger alongside the first, hips rocking back gently, the tip of his cock dripping with pre. "Do you like that, Dean?"
"Yeah. Fuckin' love it, Cas. Don't stop. Wanna watch you spread yourself open.." The words came out of his mouth before he could think about them, reaching out to run his hands along strong thighs.
A raspy moan was his reply as Castiel continued to open himself wide enough to accept the Alpha's leaking cock. His knot hadn't started swelling yet, but Dean could feel it pulsate at the base of his length, and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would start to show. Castiel's moans only edged him on more, watching that full lower lip grow red as the omega bit down on it, slick dripping onto Dean's abdomen. Castiel was so beautiful in the throws of passion that there were no words that would do him justice. And Dean wanted it all.
"That's it, Cas, fucking perfect omega.." Dean encouraged, groaning as Cas' hips jerked at his words, seeking more friction from slim fingers that could never really satisfy the need of being filled. "Want you to ride me, Cas, please, want to watch you come."
"Anything, Dean. For you."
Almost in slow motion, he watched as the hand Castiel had just used to stretch himself open wrapped around his throbbing member, and the touch alone sent his mind spinning. He didn't even realize he had arched off the bed until he felt a warm hand rubbing over his chest, a soft voice urging him to calm.
"Can't." He groaned out, hips bucking upwards in a desperate attempt to get more of what he craved. "Need you, Cas, now, fuck, I can't-"
The world whitened out. Dean felt like he was being enveloped by light, and warmth, his entire body thrumming with bliss, and fucking hell what had just happened to him?
The Alpha didn't know how long he had been 'absent', but when he came to, it was to an Omega riding his length like there was no tomorrow. Dean spluttered, not capable of making even a sound as he watched, eyes wide, as Castiel simply took what he wanted.
It was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen, ever felt. Cas was so fucking tight it almost hurt, a ridiculous amount of slick making the slide so much easier, and the omega was definitely taking advantage of that.
"Please, fuck me, fuck me, need you so much, Alpha, please!"
That was all it took.
Grabbing Castiel by the hips hard enough to leave bruises, Dean rolled them over until he was on top, never slipping out of the hot body now below him. He couldn't have given Castiel time to adjust even if he had wanted to, too high on the scent of Cas' arousal, of his own scent mixing with the omega's, on the feeling of being buried balls deep in this beautiful being. He started thrusting in an almost punishing pace, shoving himself as deep as he could go, driven by Castiel's words and moans.
"Fuck, yes, so good, so good Alpha, fill me up so much, feels like I'm going to rip apart, don't stop, don't stop.."
Dean decided that he loved hearing Castiel beg in that fucked out voice, that he would do anything to hear it again and again until the day he died. And fuck, no one that had ever seen the omega like this could blame him for it. Castiel was perfection, lying there beneath the Alpha, hips rocking upwards in time with Dean's thrusts to get him closer, to feel him a bit deeper, gasping, moaning, and mewling for more..
"Gonna.. Alpha, gonna make me come, I- " Castiel got no further as his body grew taunt, inner walls twitching maddeningly around Dean's cock, coming so hard a bit of his seed ended up on his chin and neck.
"Perfect, Cas, fucking perfect for me, gonna make you come so many times you won't get it up for a week." Fuck, where ever the hell these words were coming from, Dean hoped they wouldn't stop. His omega's reaction was worth the slight embarrassment he felt, arms wrapping around his neck, begging for more even though he had just come. And the Winchester fully intended to give it to him.
A few more thrusts and he could feel his knot starting to expand, to swell, making it harder and harder to shove his cock into the omega's tight ass. He could feel sweat starting to gather on his forehead as he pounded into Cas with growing force. The omega seemed beyond words now, reduced to a quivering mess, barely able to bring forth words.
"Gonna.. fuck, Cas.. Gonna knot you. That.. That okay?" Dean groaned out, thrusting into his omega with brutal force, knot swelling with every beat of his heart. For some reason, he needed permission, needed Castiel to agree to beautiful whine given in response to his words was all the permission he needed. Three more powerful thrusts, and his knot caught against the omega's sensitive ring of muscles, locking them together.
Dean actually fucking howled.
He had knotted a considerable amount of omega's in his youth, but nothing had ever felt this.. earth shatteringly good. It took minutes before he had caught his breath, arms shaking dangerously, about to give in and collapse the Alpha's entire weight on Castiel.
"Alpha, Alpha, yes.. So good.." The whispered words were hard to comprehend in his state, seed still pumping into the hot channel, every tremble of the omega's body forcing another spurt out of him.
Mustering the last of his strength, Dean somehow managed to roll them over, letting the smaller male rest on his chest before grabbing for the ruined blanket and pulling it over them. Words still escaped him, and Castiel didn't seem to eager to chat either, head rested on the Winchester's shoulder, chest to chest, humming contently.
Whatever had just happened, discussing it would have to wait. Just for a little.
Dean's eyes fell shut before he could so much as say 'Good night'.
And that was my first attempt at Destiel. Heh. Hope you guys didn't completely hate it. I'm not completely sure if I'll continue this. Maybe. What do you guys think?